OMNI SELASSI

Or different: Once upon a time and one has always pretended as if. Until at the end, when all drums collapsed into eachother, somewhat weirdass sticks, not really working at all and devices for noise and guitars and a little prank, the voice always suppressing a little laugh. It's a bit of a dump, this band, imagine a car too small, the dog needs to sit somewhere and for the thousandst time something falls apart, you need to phone Texas for a replacement piece for Christ's sake or see whether there is something stored somewhere in some hole. Yes and then there is schnaps, yes and then there's an argument and a music of unfulfilled dreams, it's possible to be on the quest for something until the end, throughout this crap life, and probably preferably together, within this crooked triangle. Far into the night everyone gets along again and accidentally invents a wondrous language, folded onto a sofa in the farthermost attic or truck without windows. And the dog urinating polytox, in the place where it's the most beautiful.